"Hey, uncle, get something to eat and cook it." Song Buning's body was already much warmer, so he went to the kitchen to find a pot rack on the fire, put a pot of water, and boiled it away.

"Porridge or noodles?" The uncle opened the backpack, and there were only a few handfuls of loose rice and a handful of dried noodles, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in plastic bottles, and the other backpack was biscuits and other convenience foods.

Song Buning looked at the scattered rations and licked his lips, "Keep those and go back to eat, An An and Yuanyuan haven't eaten a decent meal for several times, it's not good for the aunt to eat too many biscuits when she is old, and the princess is becoming more and more dissatisfied with the recent food." ”

Before the base recruited the Abilities, the supplies they found every day could still maintain their daily consumption, and they could sprinkle two handfuls of flour and cook them for the princess to eat.

Later, the situation got worse and worse, the uncle couldn't go out of the task, and she couldn't sell water normally. Every day, I have to buy things upside down, and the expenses are reduced if I can. Fortunately, they are not short of water, and they add more water to cook, and they still feel very full when they eat. It's just that the princess is a little miserable, and she can see people in her job.

Song Buning took out the bag containing convenience food and opened two packs of biscuits, "Come, let's eat hot biscuit porridge today!" "There are too few cookies to make a mushy.

"Well, I don't know if the aunt got up to add clothes and quilts to Yuanyuan and them, let's go back quickly after drinking, and we have to walk back if we can't find the car." Thinking of the old and small in the family, the uncle was also very worried.

"Well, okay," Song Buning stirred the melted biscuits with chopsticks, and the unique crispy aroma of the biscuits filled the room at once, "Uncle brought me some sugar." ”

Qin Chao quietly watched the two of them talking about their families on the side, and the kind of concern and warmth that was revealed from time to time was full of envy in his eyes.

"Okay," said the uncle, who opened the bottle of sugar and sprinkled it into the pot.

Song Buning took a deep breath of the boiling heat in the pot, "It's time to start the meal, I'll go get the bowl!" ”

Under the dim sky, the snowflakes were everywhere, and the warm yellow fire lit by the house where Song Buning and them were located was like a lighthouse lit by the sea in the fog, distant and conspicuous.

A group of people who had lost their way in the snow saw the light and quickened their pace.

After dividing the porridge, Song Buning held the bowl and snorted while blowing the sweet biscuit porridge, sipping it carefully, and the steaming heat made his face sweat.

"Wow, it's so hot, it's so enjoyable!"

The uncle and the Qin Dynasty both buried their heads, busy drinking porridge, and no one spoke.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", the door was kicked open, and a team of seven or eight people broke in with the wet cold of the wind and snow!

"It smells so good!" The second man who came in twitched his nose, his eyes staring at the small pot of biscuit porridge that was still boiling over the fire.

Qin Chao was the first to react, immediately blocked the fire and pot, looked at those people, and slowly drank the porridge in his hand.

The uncle poured the porridge in the bowl in one gulp, and then secretly grabbed the knife that usually cleans up zombies with his free hand.

Song Buning hurriedly put down the bowl and looked at the group of people who broke in without saying hello vigilantly.

"What are you doing!"

"Oh, don't worry, it's all your own people. It was cold, and we just wanted to come in and have a fire, we were too anxious. The two men who came in saw that Song Buning and the others were very vigilant, and he hurriedly explained with a smile.

"What's in your pot? It smells good. The leader was a man wearing a dark green coat, he saw that there were only three of them in Song Buning, and he was a little disapproving, and his attitude was very domineering.

"yes, we smell so hungry." The few people who followed behind didn't pay attention to them at all.

"Take it out and take a look, so let's see it too." These people who echo it have long been undisguised from the naked greed in their eyes.

Song Buning knew that this was a robbery, and she didn't want to hand over the freshly cooked porridge, but the difference in numbers and strength between the two sides was too great.